Through every yesterday, today, and all the tomorrows, it has been you, it is you, it will always be you.
I still feel the weight of your hand in mine,
I still see your face in blank walls,
I still hear your voice in empty rooms—
a reminder that some things are too deep to fade.
We stumbled through the unknown,
Hearts bruised but unbroken,
In the spaces between fear and hope.
Every laugh, every tear, every whispered word
Carved a path straight back to you.
In the shape of morning light,
In the scent of streets we once wandered,
In the soft corners of songs that speak your name.
And if all the world should change,
If the stars themselves forget their way,
The quiet certainty that anchors my heart.